Enthralling smile of you
With flamboyant flash of yellowish hue
As if pure fire made of
Seeing you anyone would stop
And appreciate your beauty
Calling you Nature’s variety

Touched by your flagrant flame
Onlooker would simply exclaim:
“The Hand that designed this feat
Must indeed be a great artist!”

Thou art so reserved, reticent and coy
That as a schoolboy
I found you a constant source of joy
And you used to lift my mood
But in adulthood
Many flowers have withered on my eyebrow
And many still in my gardens grow
But none hath that power to overpower
Like you, Oh, Sunflower!